A hug

River and I are both huggers and always have been. A few days ago she’s giving me a hug. I warn her that I might have to burp. I’m not a very accomplished burpist. Not good at letting them out when I need to, or keeping them in when I should. So she runs her hands up and down my back and says “My mom always believed in rubbing them out.”

I’m still laughing.

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